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| Beach Buoy and Stubborn Dog arrived around 7-50 am It was overcast and there was a fresh wind off the North Sea. The wind was nowhere near as strong as it had been at times during the week. The Seagulls hung in the air like kites; they gave the impression of enjoying it, rather than battle against it to get to where they wanted to be as they had to do recently. |
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| When Beach Boy's Father did a drawing he would always put three Seagulls in it. It's a flypast if you like. Not a sentimental one; they were close but not as close as he had thought and if Beach Buoy does get to the "Other Side." the first thing he will do is punch him square on the chin, walk away and stay away! He died early 1980's Beach Buoy has changed; not the same person he knew. Beach Buoy would rather be alone in Peace, not judged, not classed, not rated, not compared, not pigeon-holed and not needing ANYONE'S blessing, comments or pat on the head, to be who he wants to be dead or alive. |
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| The tide was out and going out more, leaving the wet sand behind to reflect the view. |
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| Sea Serpent centre of the picture almost looks walkable distance. |
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| Two men and their dogs head for and pass the NO Entry Barrier to gain access to the North Gare Pier. A Fisherman; rods in hand had just walked the other direction looking all the world like a tightrope walker; using the rods for balance. More Gulls hung in the updraft down by the Pier. Beach Buoy reminisced about Sand Martins that lived and flew there in the warmer months. As if to rub sea salt into the wounds, a screeching Gull travelled the Dune edge to join gliding Squadron and it only served to remind Beach Buoy of how long it would be before he heard the Skylark's song in that location again? |
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| Beach Buoy headed back as an Arm of cloud seemed to embrace and scoop up the Bay. |
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| When the Beach looks like the Sky. |
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| When the Beach looks like the ... Beach. |
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| The Sun illuminated the Village. |
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| The delves in the sand gave an uneven water's Edge, some of the shallow pools created by it now became home to Bobbing Seagulls, like ducks in a Park Pond. A Jogger ran by with an unusual running style, like he had stumbled forward and was trying to recover to save a wet face in sand incident for the last half mile? |
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| Tide going way out and shifting sands uncover some corragations. |
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| A Shackle, free from it's sandy tomb, stands poised for action |
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| Sturdy Uncovered Timbers become Beach Art, creating its own frame. |
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| The Seaton Wreck..... |
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| A hint of a spilt rainbow earlier into the walk, gave the clue that rain was around ... it was. BEACH BUOY. |
